Pilgrimage
Pilgrimage
Out of the sea,
I surfaced.
My tail morphed itself
splitting in two
—delicate stumps began to bend.
I was held in a moment of silent prayer.
Two feet sprang and I stood.
Limbs branched from a torso, like a breast plate,
and I reached skyward.
Ocean drops fell
upon earth’s bed.
I stepped and could not stop.
I was no longer held in a sea of blue.
I traverse a bed of green.
A hawk soared above my head,
I lifted my arms.
I began to fan each limb
faster and faster.
I was no longer on the ground—
this PILGRIMAGE so utterly new.
I looked down… ‘inside’ I said,
“This cannot be happening…
I cannot—fly”
The hawk swooped beneath me—
its feathers became a bed for me
to lie upon.
My arms grasped the magnificent
wing span—I closed my eyes.
I don’t know where this pilgrimage began
or where it shall end.
The hawk led me to the sea,
I dove in— forever.
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